calmest before the storm

Tomahawk is visibly pregnant!

Any doubt that lingered in her mind about her condition was quickly stamped out by the widening of her figure. It was slight, but her small frame made it easy to see her outwardly sloping sides. Things had been quiet in Hoshor Plains since Kivi had been returned to them, though as far as Tomahawk knew, the girl had not woken. If she did not wake soon, she would starve and die. Tomahawk was no medic, but even she knew that going without food for so long would result in the end of life.

The golden hour draped itself over the plains, the bison, and the coyote that had strayed from them for the time being. She contemplated the gifts that she would give to her Khal and what he would make of them. Would he kill them, along with the hybrids he had already sworn to destroy? Would they be different enough to decipher which ones were the gifts and which ones were Lavakho's children? Would they all be Lavakho's? All the coyote's? She did not know, nor would she until they were brought into the world.

A dizzy spell overtook her, and Tomahawk sat, trying to regain her composure.